In this dream, I acquired a gun from a hobby store in my hometown.
The kit consisted of crappy die cast metal pieces. The inner barrel needed to be filed down so it would fit inside the housing.
The completed gun was a little silver pocket pistol, like a Derringer you would see wielded by a man with a bowler hat and a Snidely Whiplash mustache.
It felt like a toy in my hands, though I knew inside it were real bullets.
When I was younger, I remember reading in a dream analysis book about how guns in dreams symbolized power. It’s worth noting that in this dream, I didn’t feel particularly powerful.
I lived in a pup tent in a field, surrounded by little black birds.